Please write down the remaining two empty answers.

Every night, except Sunday, these ten eight-year-old children always walk out of the broken wooden house on the street next door, through the remote alley, along the town of Baggio, and slowly walk to a simple wooden house and knock on the door.

"Good night, Mr. Teacher. May I come in? " The oldest Ambrose Rochau asked.

"Please come in." There came the teacher's calm voice.

The children came into the room. The room is very small, with a small bed on the right, a washstand on the left and a big mahogany table in the middle. This is the most beautiful decoration in the room. The children sat side by side on a bench nailed with two planks.

These children have to work during the day. They have some mechanics' assistants, some restaurant waiters, some shop deliverymen ... they are busy with work all day and have no time to go to school. In order to help them, the teacher gives them lessons on time, and the children send hundreds of lira or some food to the teacher as rewards.

"Good night, Mr. Teacher, I brought some fish tonight," said Carado, a waiter in the restaurant. "Oh, I know you don't like fish ... but tomorrow is Friday!"

"It's a good thing I'm here," interrupted the little helper in the candy store happily. "teacher, I brought rye cakes ... they are fresh this time!"

The teacher flushed, said "thank you" softly, and then took the food away. Immediately, he coughed and began to lecture.

Of course, he didn't teach much in just two hours, but his students can read and write after studying for a few months. After studying all the courses, some children successfully passed HKCEE and obtained the secondary school diploma. He will never forget that day, in the city of Vicaria, he saw the examination list with his own eyes: Octavian Ernes ranked eighth; Salado de Chavanni ranked seventh. To show his respect, the mother of two children prepared a sumptuous lunch for him. He also made an impromptu speech and won warm applause. Ah, this is the joy of life, endless fun!

"Please open your's book ..." He said.

So, as usual, this shabby little room is full of vitality. The rich atmosphere of life makes him feel like he is in a real school classroom: all kinds of maps are hung on the wall and the blackboard is hung on the right. Sometimes he is more imaginative. At the end of the two-hour class, he vaguely heard the bell of the doorman. ...

On this day, a boy said to him before he left, "teacher, there is a comedy program on TV ... are you happy to go to the bar?"

"Comedy ..." The teacher repeated. "Of course, if there were not so much fog in the street."

But he thought to himself that he was afraid of cold rather than fog. His old raincoat is breathable, so it doesn't matter whether he wears it or not.

"Go ahead!" The children begged, "Tell us the trick after reading it ..."

"Besides, besides ..." The teacher said kindly. Sent the children away.

After dinner, he decided to go to the bar. Because that night, he must have felt particularly depressed staying at home alone. During the day, he once went to a rich family to recruit a tutor for his son. A red and green maid opened the door and told him to wait in the living room. It is filled with comfortable easy chairs and sofas, which is very warm and makes him feel as if it is May, not1February on the street.

At this moment, a lady came in, looked at him from head to toe and said, "Please go home ... we have invited a tutor."

She walked him to the door and handed him the fare of 50 lira. But he retracted his hand in surprise and said:

"Thank you, madam!" Shame and anger made his voice tremble. "No … I live very close, only two steps away!" "

In fact, it takes two hours to walk from the center of Milan to the town of Baggio. The cold wind is so cold that I can't breathe. In order to keep his frozen hands and feet warm, he had to make a phone call and walk into a roadside bar. ...

He went to the bar again. He thought, "Well, if I dressed decently, that woman wouldn't treat me like this ..."

Although he earned a little income by teaching, he hasn't been able to make a decent suit for himself for five years. However, what is this? Why do you feel sorry for such a thing? Didn't Mrs Octavian say that? His son Alfonso will enter the university and ask him to tutor her son. If you have this job, you can probably earn 1 Wan Li! With this money, you can buy yourself a beautiful coat. ...

The bar is full. He went to his students, who had already occupied a place for him.

"Teacher, coming!" The children watching TV greet each other kindly.

At this time, a group of young people came, including a young man in a blue sportswear and leather coat. In silence, he rudely pushed a boy away from the stool and took his place.

"What is this behavior?" The teacher shouted angrily, "Give the stool back to the child at once."

"It's none of your business!" The young man answered rudely.

"This is my business!" The teacher turned blue with anger. "These children are my students, and I am responsible for them. Return the stool to the child immediately! "

The young man laughed at the teacher, winked at the two young men side by side and said to the teacher:

"Teacher, let's talk outside!"

"Suit yourself," the teacher replied. The young man's arrogance really made him angry.

"Don't go," a child shouted. "There are three of them ... who will kill you, Mr. Teacher!"

But the teacher didn't hear the child crying. Under everyone's amazing eyes, I followed the young people out.

To deal with such a weak teacher, you don't need the help of two other boys at all. He punched the teacher in the stomach and the teacher fainted to the ground. ...

When the teacher woke up, he was already at the police station, and the children were all around him. Not far away stood three young people in blue sportswear, who were laughing proudly.

"Sir," said Ambrose Rochau, "when they beat you, we reported to the police and arrested them. Please tell it to the police officer. Dark-haired women are bad people who hit you. "

The teacher was in a daze and couldn't understand what the children said. Thankfully, it's really warm in the police station ... how much he needs to warm up at this time.

The police officer questioned the children first, and then the teacher.

"Well, if you are a teacher ..." The police officer looked at the teacher from head to toe with sarcastic eyes and said, "Please show me your certificate."

The teacher was trembling with anger, ... wanting identification! Do you need to be identified after being beaten? His name is Bruno Qi Bruno, and he never wants to sue anyone.

"Certificate ..." The police officer repeated more sternly and loudly.

So the teacher took out a piece of paper from the broken wallet, shook his hand and handed it to the police officer.

The police officer glanced contemptuously and laughed at him maliciously and said:

"Ah, that's it, sir ... what kind of teacher are you? ! "

The weak teacher winked at the police officer and begged him not to tell anyone in front of the children. But the police officer ignored him and still preached:

It doesn't matter to us that you call yourself a teacher, but you shouldn't pretend like this ... "The police officer said to the silent children (who are staring at their beloved husbands at the moment):

"Listen, children, he is not a teacher, but an ordinary worker ... His name is Bruno Qi Bruno, and the teacher is an impostor!"

"no!" A child cried and shouted, "He has a desk at home!" " "

At this moment, Ann Broccio touched the child with her arm. He lowered his head as if he had a mouthful of water in his mouth and fell silent.

"What, he has a desk, not bad!" The police officer smiled. "I also have a desk, but I am a policeman, not a teacher."

Although the police officers also solemnly said that they would punish these hooligans, they all let them go when they saw that the teachers had no intention of complaining.

The teacher walked slowly with his head down. The children followed him in dismay. When they reached the remote alley, the teacher said sadly to the children:

"Now that you understand the truth, there is no need to come to my class again." The teacher looked at the child with tears in his eyes. "Yes, I do rough work, but I'm not shy. I want to be a teacher all my life ... I need money to be a teacher, but I didn't ... I succeeded by self-study. I told you that I taught at school for several years, which was a lie. Please forgive me for telling a lie. "

He held out his scrawny hand and said goodbye to them. ...

That night, he didn't sleep a wink all night, and he felt swollen and infarcted in his throat. However, the next morning, he got up on time and sat at the desk to correct the children's final homework. Alas, he knows very well that their mother won't let her children come to a fake teacher like him again, but these homework still needs to be changed. ...

In order to stop thinking about it, he went to the library during the day and read his favorite works by Dumas. However, he can't concentrate on the feelings of the protagonist in the book. His eyes are full of water vapor, and sometimes he blows his nose loudly on purpose to prevent people next to him from seeing him cry.

It was already eight o'clock when he got home. There is no light in the room, that is to say, the children have not come! He walked into the room with a heavy heart and turned on the light ... gee! The children have been sitting side by side on the long benches on both sides.

"Good night, Mr. Teacher!" They shouted in unison.

"Good night," he replied, trying to control himself and hold back his tears, because a self-respecting teacher, even out of joy, should not cry in front of his students.

As usual, he calmly distributed the corrected homework.

Children and teachers know each other very well, so there is no need to talk to each other. In the eyes of these ten children, he is the best and most capable teacher in the world. For him, children are his whole spiritual world. ...